It was as if I’d lost the remote control and the TV set in my head was running constantly, never turning off. Daydreaming was taking over more and more of my life. I had friends and did well in my classes, and I knew that the characters and stories in my head weren’t real, so I knew I wasn't insane. That’s when the game I played only when I was bored turned into something all-consuming. Eventually I learned to daydream without moving. I moved my game behind my bedroom door, hiding my imaginings from everyone, including my parents, who believed I had outgrown the activity. I met all the other young actors on the set, and they commented on my cute outfit and amazing acting skills.Ī few years later, my neighbors saw me pacing with my string and gave me a weird look. Another day, I imagined myself as the actress who played the seventh Brady sibling. The show playing in my head was so detailed and entertaining that it lasted 45 minutes. Greg Brady met my teenage sister there, and they started dating. One afternoon I created an episode where, instead of going to Hawaii, where dangerous spiders lurk, the Bradys went to the Bahamas, where I’d just spent a week with my family. My siblings were older and mostly out of the house, my parents worked long hours, and when there was nothing much to do, I’d walk in circles while shaking a piece of string, daydreaming about Little House on the Prairie or The Brady Bunch.
When I was 8 years old I had a game I liked to play in my front yard in suburban New Jersey.
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